Small shack in the outlands. Nothing particularly shabby - nothing too suspect, either. We've kept secluded enough for now.
The condensation on the bathroom mirror makes it slightly more challenging to shave the amateur beard that attempted itself over this last week - a long razor, left in one of the nearby drawers, put to use immediately.
I wince at the small sharp pains - unavoidable, I suppose.
I clean off the spots of blood with a dirty white towel, no longer virginal post-shave, and proceed back into the main room upon blowing out the candle.
'Infinity' - she lies before me on one of the camp beds, completely naked as if it were so natural do such a thing in the presence of strangers, alone together, in the middle of nowhere.
"Must you?"
I utter passively. She simply glances up towards me without expression.
I sigh and sit on the edge of my bed, unlacing my boots and shaking them off onto the cold, sequoia floor.
"I suppose we leave early tomorrow?"
